I bet there's been at least a few times when you've almost lost it, and you clamp down hard on your anger, harder than anyone else in the world. Just ...ow, when Cindy said we'd lied to you, there was a part of you that wanted to yell and scream and give her a slap, and you controlled it. I love how you can keep this conversation civilized and productive when most men couldn't, but all that negative energy doesn't just disappear. Look at your outburst the first time I was submissive to you, and. After that I kept a careful watch over her when shewashed clothes her saree used to be lifted and her calf muscles of herleg was shown, i used to get aroused looking at it. One day I gatheredcourage and opened my back door of my house and directly kept lookingat her. She saw me and smiled and asked my name, then onwards i usedto wear lungi without undies and go out and watch her. Once she saw melike that and saw me sitting on my washing stone without undies andsaw my erect penis, she smiled and. She stretched, then stretched some more, then pirouetted. She ran a finger down Paul’s chest to the waistband of his low-rise gray briefs. She allowed her finger to wander down to his pubic arch and twirl a hair or two around it before withdrawing. “Lucy, I’ve had enough of this shit.” Paul was actually angry. “Every time you come over here you show me your tits, you flirt with me, you tease me, and then you leave. And all I get is another chance to test fire the meat missile. When is this shit. His voice was calm and controlled as he said: -“I’ll leave you now, Jenny. Take all the time you want to shower, get dressed, and, if needed, decide if you're going to be my woman and Sub. If not, the backdoor is open, my car unlocked. I will drive you home, no questions asked. I will deeply regret it but never bother you again. But if I, as a man and a Dom, meet and inflame your desire as you do mine, you will join me in the lounge. We will work out our future.”As she heard the door click.